Chilli peppers

Apparently ignoring the sensual woman waiting on her knees, you take the large cool bag she brought with her off the table and put it on your lap. Unzipping it, you remove the sandwich she made you for lunch and place it to one side, then look through the rest of the contents. Loredana keeps a selection of foodstuffs in her bag of wonders to create her masterpieces and you quickly find what you're looking for, selecting three small chillies, one green and two red. You can't identify the exact type, but you're pretty sure the reason they've been left behind is because they're too hot to be eaten raw. The apprehension on your lover's face when you pop them in her waiting mouth confirms your deduction.

You use one finger under her chin to close her mouth and then grab some masking tape from your desk drawer and tape her lips shut. She won't be able to assuage the burning by sucking in air over her tongue, as fleeting and inadequate as that relief might have been anyway.

"Chew them thoroughly before you swallow," you order the curvaceous redhead and she bites down gingerly, then starts to chomp resolutely, the tears from her spanking replaced by the watering of her eyes from the heat.

You continue to watch her expressions of growing anguish whilst you relish the delightful meal she's prepared for you, the perfect combination of flavours on your tongue contrasting with the blazing torment on hers. You know that she has particularly sensitive taste buds (it's what makes her such a good cook) and it wouldn't surprise you if the pain is even worse than the spanking you gave her earlier.

"I hope this will remind you of the dangers of bad language," you lecture condescendingly, "and every time you see a chilli pepper, you'll remember the price you paid." She can only nod dolefully in reply.

Loredana continues to masticate, her skin flushing and beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. She moans quietly, after a while starting to sob, her naked chest rising and falling as she sucks in deep breaths through her nose. You keep an eye out in case her nostrils get bunged up with snot; you don't want her suffocating on you, after all. Although she's not restrained, so she ought to have the sense to tear off the masking tape rather than pass out from lack of oxygen, there's always the possibility that her desire to obey you will override her sense of self preservation. In actual fact, there's no need to worry and she finishes her tortuous meal some time before you finish your rather more pleasant one, forcing the remains down her elegant throat and continuing to tremble at your feet, staring up at you adoringly through her tears.

You wait until the last morsels of your repast are residing happily in your belly before you smack your lips with satisfaction and free hers unceremoniously from their restraining tape. She gasps, although the adhesive isn't strong enough to really hurt, at least in comparison with the peppers she's just chewed through.

"Thank-you, Jack, whoo! If somebody had taken me in hand like that when I was at university, I'm sure I wouldn't have been in this position today."

"In that case, I'm selfishly glad that no-one did," you reply, eliciting a shy smile from your punished paramour.

Loredana makes no attempt to dry her eyes, knowing how much you like the sight of a teary girl, especially one who's weeping as a direct result of your ministrations.

"Up," you say and she rises at once to her feet. You rest your hand at the apex of her thighs and continue: "If you're wet now, I'm going to bend you over my desk and fuck you until you edge. Then, I'm going to cum in your arse and leave your needy cunt aching and unsatisfied. If you're not wet, I'll finger you to the edge and fuck you until we both cum. What do you think I'm going to find?"

The redhead blushes, apparently unmoved by the double standard of you using the foulest language immediately after chastening her for swearing.